one of my poets invited to my current anthology project
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Some bipolar artwork
Somebody asked on a bipolar support group page for images that describe bipolar disorder or feeling-all I can show is Artwork I created during different phases of my illness mostly when I was manic but some are from depression too-as a viewer I leave it up yo you to fecide which is which??? All art are created by Emily H. Sturgill, All rights reserved. Feel free to share my images but please add my name at least to them if you use them-thanks, Emily Sturgill
copper leaf necklace hangs down
A copper leaf necklace hangs down
off the side of my bed
as it rips through my
clenched fist
and I grab
fists full of air.
it hits the floor softly
making so little
less noise
you’d think it
was not there
this memento
a token
of a trip i took
while we were
parted
we were parted
like the great and giant
Red Sea
a gulf of misunderstanding
it stretched out between,
you & me.
parted/split/divided
into two
two entirely
different people
than the ones
who we normally are
people stuck together
not by glue
but by choice
it was my heart
i gave it to you
on a dark and stormy night.
you still have it.
my heart i mean.
even though its quite messy, dirty and awful,
you take care
of it
you dust it clean
by only using
one thing.
your love
this endless stuff
we are stuck here
together with
this sticky situation
and yet we stay
together
stronger now
then ever parted.
this copper necklace
a leaf
a momento
a reminder
to get more sleep
and to be my better self
sometime tomorrow
my love
my endless golden sticky
situation that I’ve stuck with
my love is the one
i would stand by
through years of
eternity.
Anthology Update Dredging up Demeter: Fall anthology poetry project
Hello. I just wanted to give a quick shot out to all of my poets in this upcoming project that each poet needs to have their four poems and one jpeg of a piece of original artwork-which hopefully corresponds to their poems or how they see themselves as a poet/artist. I’m a bit unconventional. I am an Art Therapist. Almost anything you could think of creating I might be willing to accept as art for example: collage with magazines, drawings, doodles, sketches, paintings, prints, etching, found art sculpture, photographs all these would fit as long as you created it or you hold the copy-write-that allows me to publish it. I prefer it is something you created yourself however.
At last count I had seven poets for sure. Only Leesa and Katy have submitted everything. The deadline is still Jan 30th, 2015.
So excited that this project is growing wings and slowly stretching out. Looking forward to the rest of your work, Sincerely
Emily Sturgill
Emails: sexinthekitchensink@hotmail.com
holisticartworks@gmail.com
Abstraction caught in a bottle:
Abstraction caught in a bottle:
Emily Sturgill Jan 5th, 2014
Abstraction caught in a bottle,
like a dream crashing
upon your shore
a crumpled piece
of poetry
you unwrap it
to read words
clearly not there.
so abstract, so random, so unreal:
as you unfold its contents
tumble out
senseless in their
mathematical useless algebraic
equations it reads in part:
Hell Kisses
Twilight brown toned hostess
hope is a fantastic Lake & did you
know that,
A Crimson peace sunshine filled
Foo Doggie
is
a Poetry Hope Cashier
who is cashing in on
bright brick trees.
It senses the
Ginger Ale
serenity of
me.
Art Makes Me Feel…everything!!
Art Makes me feel Everything-
1/5/15
Emily Sturgill
Art makes me
feel
dream
cry
learn
begin
Art makes me
joyful
happy
free
peaceful
Art makes me…
scribble
doodle
draw
paint
collage &
create…
Art makes me…
do so many things,
I would have never done
if i kept the art bottled up
up inside, deep inside my
somewhat fragile & broken
mind!
Art makes me..
believe
in
dreams.
Art makes me
breathe.
life by choice…
Life by Choice-1/5/15
By Emily Sturgill
life by choice
is not the same as “pro-choice”,
although i must admit
i am one of those too.
life by choice
refers to embracing
every aspect of your life-
as if you chose it,
rather than as if life chose you….
these are the tumbleweed
thoughts spinning gold
in my head
as of this morning
as of this instant…
if i blink my eyes
new thoughts will
appear.
If i hold very still
I can keep these passing
thoughts, these secrets of my mind,
from dancing a jig
or spinning out of line.
If you had the chance,
would you care to dance?
just a small while
while i think and act and see
things new as if i were
a small child?
Children are gatekeepers
of the unknown.
they ask questions about
everything….
but once we’ve grown old
we’re no longer bold.
we stop asking.
we stop pretending, to believe
in things like make-believe
and dreams.
Why this change?
why lose innocence and a sense
of miracles and of belief?
Why not try?
to make-believe
some miracles…again?
why not attempt to nurture
your inner-being-like it were
a small innocent child?
Why not reach out-outwards-to grab its hand?
to grasp its smile?
why must we assume,
just because we have grown up,
that dreams no longer matter-
that make-believe is only
fantasy and games of a child?
wait just a minute-
now close your eyes
remind yourself
of something or someone
you love.
then just sit with that image
inside your minds eye
and allow yourself
to simply sit there
and smile….
hold for a while
until you feel at ease.
feel the beauty surround you-
let go of disbelief.
just allow
whatever you feel.
isn’t it nice,
to simply pretend
every once in a while?
life by choice
refers to embracing
every aspect of your life-
as if you chose it,
rather than as if life chose you….
(Dedicated to all the Daydreamers, and believers out there.)
The thick & the thin
The thick & the thin
by Emily Sturgill
01/01/15
The thick & the thin
defines the mess we are in.
You always stand by me,
no matter how hard I
fall
from your graces.
Through the thin & the thick,
you always do catch me,
when I tumble then fall,
steadily crashing
busting into flames
before my mess hits the pavement
you have gotten me once again-
off the brick, the edges of lunacy
and the insane.
Through the good times and bad,
whether we are happy or sad,
through thick and through thin,
you are always one,
to cheer me on farther
to pass the finish line
to win
any race, when I bow down
breaking into pieces
shattering smile
broken in half
like an upside down clown.
You try to not judge me.
You simply stand there with nerve
and continue to love me.
Through the thin & the thin
look at the mess we are in!!
(dedicated to my hubby Dean)
Anger
Anger-01/01/2015 by Emily Sturgill
Anger is…
A rose color river
of flesh & blood
an eruption of Lava
a tornado without a passage
a volcano without any thought
a clinched fist you do not know you are making.
a tight grasp and grip
onto a stroke
of thunder & lightning.
Anger
this abstract emotion
Anger
is
this ugliest of potions
it swallows me whole
just to spit me back out.
I do hurtful things
to those I care
the most about.
Anger is fury
colored crayon color Red
It is
screaming, yelling and shouting
It does not
just break down the door-it kicks it right in!
Anger
is universal. An emotion we all have gotten,
whether we care too, or not.
It is the litmus test of Forget-me-nots,
and roses turned spoil-
a lingering rotten smell
as feelings decay
as thoughts do stray
as humans hold grudges
as ships crash then burn
many shipwrecks occur
many wars do too
all in the name
of Anger, its felt universally,
much the same.
